Dr. Lance Von Stade
- Listen Now
We drew our first breath overseas,
Waved goodbye to symptoms and disease,
With head, hands, and heart
We expressed the art
And witnessed our breath become breeze.
Our family expanded Down Under.
We saw chiropractic and wonder,
“Can union exist
If we do not resist
How another delivers the thunder?”
The training camp in Kansas City
Turned out to be the most gritty.
With pouring down rain
The breaths were insane
And the cervical strikes were damn pretty.
The culture evolved and it grew.
Adjusting Ninjas: Level 2.
Adaptations were shared
As Europe prepared
For expansion of their field of view.
The training camp; Ninjas in Paris.
That diverse city didn’t compare us.
In England the same
DCs shared the aim;
Remove subluxations that wear us.
A crew had assembled in Dallas
To integrate mind, soul, and palace.
The ninjas trained hard
With special regard
For hearts in the world that grew callous.
Facilitators were assembled.
In waters of Tahoe they trembled.
The people that came
Would not leave the same
Once they saw the light they resembled.
An old trend at conferences caved.
Showing up just to sit has been waived.
Like Focus OKC,
For people whom they see,
Ninjas trained before joining The Wave.
Epiphanies come all too often.
It’s worthless to let your brow soften.
When Doctor Brett Jones
Gets the flash of “less-knowns”
A module you know he’ll go off in.
So Cal welcomed the Ninjas to train.
We entered the vortex without strain.
We floated our joints,
Compressed to endpoints,
And delivered to alter the brain.
Chirofest got a taste of KTC.
The Fountainhead training camp set many free.
We dove into Why,
I don’t often cry,
But damn it felt good just to BE.
The level 2 camp saw light whitening.
The bond of the squads is still tightening.
The art was pristine,
Guarantees to bring thunder and lightning.